Results for: “Poetry”

Old news, the midnight warblers worrisome to introspective bards, the nagging taps and jugs that left so many haunted, dumb, behind their coppice gates or chamber doors— but witness, now, this feathered architect, a bricoleur, exotic, who ignores convention, working long before he sings to gather fragile lumber, sticks and seeds, although, part larcenist, his favorite things come from the human world: milk caps or pairs of pearly buttons once attached to tags; matchsticks, cigar bands, red synthetic hairs uprooted from some coconut baboon or other Florabama souvenir, stripped screws, receipts, even the jagged moon of a fingernail blown, dusty, from the Hoover.

And steadfast to the finders keepers rule, this passerine Houdini will maneuver through apertures in transoms, cracks in attics, encroaching on such odd forgotten hobbies as medieval reenactments, numismatics

Hummels, and paint-by-numbers, hauling back whatever he can muster, though he’s less a petty crook than kleptomaniac, since unlike history’s most famous thieves,